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Friday, June 3, 2016

Blog Tour & Reveiws by Maimeo's Angels & Alicia: STORM by Rie Warren

BLURB:

Danger.

Lust.

Desire
. . . Trust?

STORM

I’m
headed back to the Blood Legion MC in New Orleans, my old stomping grounds.
Guns. Thugs. Broads. Cocaine nightmares. A Mexican cartel, cracker coke
runners, and now there’s a new international threat in town.

Blaize
Carmichael is my only partner in this op. Blaize. As a biker
babe. Jeeesus. I’ve had a bone for her from day one when she walked
into headquarters—haughty, superior, and always in charge.

There’s
a goddamn good chance we’ll get made, played, and put in the grave as
government-issue traitors. But I can’t help it—I love to get rough, raw, dirty,
and dominant with her.

No
more yes ma’am, no ma’am.Blaize is about
to find out I don’t always takes orders as issued.

BLAIZE

I
can’t stand the way Storm calls me woman or cher or sexy. As
soon as we’re back in DC, I’m going to wipe that infuriating wicked smirk right
off his dangerously handsome face.

I’m
always prepared for every scenario. I’ve built my career on complete
professionalism in and out of the field. But when Storm comes at me with wild
animal lust—when he opens up to me—when he opens me up, I can’t say
no.

I
don’t want to.

We’re
in danger every single day we stay in NOLA. There is no way we can make it out
alive. Not together. Not this time.

“And y’all think you were the ones doing me the favor? Baby, you’d need an extra hand to count the number of
successful missions I’ve carried out for T-Z, and you goddamn know it.” I
pushed her back with my huge muscled body pressing against her.

I watched her swallow, but some seriously angry heat came off
her.

It only made her sexier to me.

“You got no excuses for that off-op shit you pulled tonight, and
you know it. And you do not want to play this game with me tonight.” I began
undressing.

Shirt tossed. Boots thrown. Belt whipped out. Pants tugged down.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I stood in front of her—a
foreboding, tall, dark shadow of fully fit and ready-to-fuck man. “Lose the
clothes, Blaize, before I slice and dice them with my knife.”

She sucked in a breath.

“You and I both know it’s been building to this.” With my hand
curled beneath her chin, I lifted her mouth until it brushed against mine. “If
you don’t want to get fucked and fucked hard by me right now you better leave
this room and run tail back to DC.”

She undressed while I stood right up against her. Her breath hit
me, her soft panting gusts of air. My eyes dipped lower when she skimmed the
shirt from her shoulders. Her bra—lacy and creamy white—almost overflowed with
her tits. I didn’t help her unclasp it but watched with hungry intensity when
she hit the hook and it popped free.

The straps dripped off her arms, and her puffy pink nipples
rasped against the hair on my chest.

I chugged in a lungful of air, balling my hands at my sides. My
cock, thick and hard, wet the bare skin of her belly with a skein of pre-come.

“The jeans now.” My voice was low, thunderous, chest-deep.

She wiggled free, her breasts connecting with my abdomen, which
clamped like I’d been hit by a hammer blow. Those soft swinging tits colliding
against me made my head ratchet back. But I kept focus. Kept my gaze on her
when she stood up.

No Fucking Panties.

Nude. Blaize. She was all golden skin and incredible eyes and
glowing hair.

And that little pink pout of her pussy lips—shiny and slick
already—below the narrow tangle of bronze-red curls.

“Fuck, Blaize.”

She held her shoulders back, placed her hands on her hips, and
asked, “Do I pass muster, sir?”

“Get on the bed. All fours.” A muscle at the back of my jaw
ticked.

Her nipples hardened with my harsh words, and I watched a trail
of wetness weep between her legs.

Fuuuuck me.

I didn’t touch her. Not yet. But it was damn hard not to.

I watched as her ass swayed, her hips switched back and forth,
and she got into position in the middles of the bed.

I
was hugely hung, hugely hard, and really fucking angry. Blaize knew it, and she
was ready for me.

This
mating dance was nearly over.

But
I didn’t let myself get close to her yet.

Couldn’t.

She
needed to understand the new rules first.

I
almost trembled in my skin, walking around the bed, viewing her lush bod from
every angle.

My
voice thickened from my throat and came out hoarse and husky as hell. “Fair
warning. You’ll be screaming tonight. Not because I took a strap to your ass
like everyone downstairs expects. But because I’m about to fuck you so good.
And when you have a hard time walking and sitting down tomorrow? Won’t be
because I punished you. But because I screwed you all night long, cher.” I prowled onto the bed behind her.
“Understand?”

In
answer, Blaize drew herself up and cupped her tits. I straddled right behind
her. For a moment. Running my hands over her body. Touching between her legs
and pulling her back to me when her pelvis kicked forward. Sliding my palms up
over the indent of her waist and holding her hands down to her sides. Lifting
her breasts, massaging them, palming both mounds and thumbing across her
nipples.

With
my hand at the back of her neck, I slowly laid her down. Laid her out.

This is an AWESOME read…. the 3rd book in this series, and it can be read as a stand-alone.

Nash “Storm” Lafontaine, a good ole boy from New Orleans, has been half in love with his boss, Blaize Carmichael for a year and a half. A mission comes up in New Orleans, with his old MC, The Legion. Storm had left someone there that he needed to try to help, so he signs up for the mission. Blaize signs on as his biker babe, and the two head undercover. Their mission is to bring down the Legion, notorious for drugs and now arms deals.

Blaize is one woman you don’t want to tangle with, she’s definitely a strong female heroine. She does have demons that she does her best to control, with her tough demeanor. Storm is a typical Alpha Male, and when things get messy, he’ll do whatever he has to do to protect Blaize. Blaize is attracted to Storm, and battles her own willpower, the dilemma is being involved with someone on her own team.

Things do take a turn for the worse when the Prez of the MC figures out that they are there to take down the organization. With an explosive end to the club, Blaize and Storm have successfully completed their mission.

There are a few twists, like who was it that Storm went back to help? Can Blaize overcome her own doubts, lay her demons to rest and find the love she wants in Storms arms?

You do get some X-Op’s side in this story as well as the MC, so it does have some graphic language, and steamy sex. This is a page turner, too awesome to put down – I can’t wait for the next book in the series!

This series is about some extremely bad ass
military men and the women who tame them.
This is Storm and Blaize’s story. Although this is a stand-alone I would
suggest you start with Walker, book one in the series, as it is interesting to
see how the characters develop from book to book.

Blaize is the only woman who really gets under his
skin. There is something about her that both attracts and irritates Storm. The
fact that she oversees the X-Ops team doesn’t help, she is his boss.

Normally the majority of his team has his back. On
this mission, Storm’s only partner is Blaize. Storm has had the hots for Blaize
since day one, now going undercover and posing as lovers complicates their
relationship. Blaize is about to find out just how down and dirty Storm can be;
even more concerning is just how much she will love it.

Storm is my favourite book so far. I really loved
this storyline and it is a great addition to the series.

I have been looking forward to Storm and Blaize’s
story since they both appeared in the first book in the series. Rie Warren did
not disappoint. It was also great to catch up with Walker and Justice.

In this book there is more depth to the characters,
and although the previous books have had suspense, intrigue and adventure the
bar has been raised in Storm.

I have been looking forward to Storm and Blaize’s
story since they both appeared in the first book in the series. Rie Warren did
not disappoint. It was also great to catch up with Walker and Justice.

I cannot wait to read the next book in the series.

Storm and Blaize together work well together, their
chemistry is amazing and I really was pleased that these two got together.

AUTHOR BIO:

Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough
trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavors
include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun,
hot, and southern-sexy series.

A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie
started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic
poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for
paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school
to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie
has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.

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